Do You Know?

Do you know?

By

Lisa A.Williams

Do you know

the words

 distant heart,

Eden still sings

in her paradise

so long buried in the

 dreams of men?

How she rose

from the thorns

wiping the blood

of time

from her garments of

forgiveness?

Her heart,

 though wounded

still beats

the numinous song

of angels.

We Can't Leave This

We Can’t Leave This

(December 14, 2012)

By

Lisa A.Williams

We can’t leave this

emptiness

even the earth feels

in her core,

from the loss

of innocence

taken under

a bright sky

who could not see

what lurked in the shadows.

Heaven now cradles

what earthly love cannot.

Their empty arms

embrace each other,

seeking solace

for a grief

                                                                        like no other.

Wednesday's Wishes

Wednesday’s Wishes

By

Lisa A. Williams

Wednesday’s wishes

followed Mercury’s muse-

So much to say,

enough to fill an empty

sky-

Wishes for more,

another life

to begin again

holding death at bay

To remember

all this-

 Cache of understanding

and acceptance

in a place where time

has no mercy;

on the heels of the messenger

                                                                         it flies away

What Can be Said?

What Can be Said ?

By

Lisa A. Williams

What can be said

about the darkness

which filled

a sunny school day

where a raging monster

took their lives away

with cold metal

so easily put in his hands

bent on destruction?

As little lives

were sacrificed-

 time stopped

for all of us

uniting us in a sorrow

screaming to heaven

as God looked down

and wept on a world

                                                                     gone so wrong

Records in the Snow (reposted from 09/2012)

Records in the Snow

By

Lisa A.Williams

                   

Mother-

thin blood

between us.

Fathers-

one stood by,

one abandoning

his absence

always feeding

a green need.

Cast into the cold,

we found our music-

45’s

haphazardly tossed

like Frisbees,

landing upright

in a dead of winter snow,

our treasure creating

a warmer air

between us.

Rushing in

to hear old songs-

“Hey Paula”,

our first discovery

followed by

The Tokens

and their sleepy lion

then the Beatles asking

                                                                  if we “want to know

a secret”

and did we “promise

not to tell?”

Girlish giggles

filled the tiny room.

For a short time,

we were bonded

by our love for the music,

only for it to be consumed

by old hurt’s homecoming.

I wonder

after all this time,

if she still remembers

the records in the snow?